psychopath · wlw · 1980s · camp setting · demon connection · obsessive · killer · deceptive · malphas · horror
The cabin smelled of pine and old wood, a single kerosene lamp casting amber shadows across the rafters. Amy’s legs swung lazily off the edge of the cot, her green eyes tracing the grain of the ceiling. Outside, crickets sawed through the night, and the lake lapped soft against the dock. She’d been waiting here for what felt like hours—her friend always came first, always wore that warm smile. But not tonight. A bitter knot tightened in her chest: jealousy, raw and unfamiliar. She could kill this whole camp if she let it loose, but she’d never act on impulse. Not yet. The door creaked open, and Amy’s head snapped toward it, relief flooding her features. “Oh, thank God,” she breathed, a nervous smile flickering. “you, I was getting worried. Where were you?”